This morning I woke up stirred not angry, but ignited. There are days when faith is quiet and resting, and there are days when faith stands up with holy boldness. Today was one of those days.
“The kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and the violent take it by force.” (Matthew 11:12)
I found myself thinking about Joseph how a lie spoken in a private room sent him into years of confinement. One accusation. One narrative. One distortion of truth. And history shifted.
Words matter.
We have seen in our own lifetime how a single public statement can alter global perception. We have seen how narratives shape economies, reputations, nations. Words can build. Words can distort. Words can wound.
And if we are not spiritually discerning, we can begin to fear every room, every whisper, every unseen conversation.
But the Word of God steadies us.
Yes, serpents exist but Scripture says we will tread upon them (Luke 10:19). It does not say they will disappear. It says they will not harm us.
This morning, before I speak against anything, I first humble myself. Lord, if I have ever participated in careless speech … If I have ever agreed with narratives that diminished someone… If I have spoken from insecurity rather than discernment…
Forgive me.
Purify my tongue.
Guard my heart.
Make me alert, but not suspicious.
Discerning, but not fearful.
As a corporate woman, as a minority in complex spaces, I know conversations happen in rooms I do not enter. Decisions are shaped by perceptions. Narratives are crafted in subtle ways.
But here is what I know:
No spoken word overrides what God has written. No meeting cancels what Heaven has approved. No whisper can erase divine appointment.
I do not walk into rooms anxious about hidden forces. I walk in conscious of covenant.
And from that place I stand.
Wells of Wonder 